Fates Supports/Keaton Camilla
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C Support
Keaton: Wow, this is awesome.
Camilla: Hello, Keaton. I hadn't expected to meet you here, of all places.
Keaton: Oh! Camilla! You're just in time to see something awesome! Look! Look in this hole!
Camilla: That's not a "hole" so much a small cave. What did you say you'd found in here?
Keaton: I can't tell you—it would spoil the surprise! Just hurry up and look!
Camilla: I was just about to. There's no need to rush me. Oh my. These bones are...human. And there are so many...
Keaton: Isn't it great? They're so pretty when they've been picked clean like this.
Camilla: Yes, they do seem to have been here for quite some time. Might this be an ancient burial ground?
Keaton: I'd take them all home with me, but I don't think I could carry them all.
Camilla: Why would you bring a bunch of bones home with you?
Keaton: Are you kidding?! They'd be the centerpiece of my table!
Camilla: To each his own...
B Support
Keaton: Camilla, there's an emergency!
Camilla: An emergency? What's happened?
Keaton: No time to explain! It's that bad!
Camilla: Calm yourself, Keaton. If you want my help with whatever it is, you must explain the situation first.
Keaton: Wh-who said I wanted your help?!
Camilla: Suit yourself. In that case, good day.
(Camilla leaves)
Keaton: Camilla, wait! I'm sorry! I'll explain! Don't gooooooo!
Camilla: What seems to be the problem?
Keaton: I can't get back there! You know, to the bone hole!
Camilla: "Bone hole"? I hope for your sake that you mean the burial ground you showed me.
Keaton: Yeah, that! I can't get there anymore!
Camilla: You haven't forgotten the way, have you?
Keaton: Psh! Me? I totally know the way! I just keep going around in circles when I try to follow it for some reason.
Camilla: Which is another way of saying you've forgotten.
Keaton: Believe what you want. Let's not get hung up on fiddly details. The point is, I want to see the bone hole again! You do too, right? Who wouldn't?
Camilla: I'll decline. I've never been a connoisseur of human remains.
Keaton: *sniff* So that's how it's gonna be...
Camilla: Oh, very well. Come with me, then.
Keaton: Hooray! I knew you'd be dying to see it again!
Camilla: On the contrary; I'm guiding you there because you seemed on the verge of tears.
Keaton: I-I...I wasn't gonna cry!
Camilla: Then you won't mind if I don't take you there.
Keaton: *sniffle* Nooooo...
Camilla: Hmhmhm. I thought as much. You're adorable when you're pitiful. Shall we be going, then? Follow me.
Keaton: Hmph. I feel...used, somehow.
A Support
Keaton: I can't get over how cool the bones in here are!
Camilla: How long are you planning on staring at those?
Keaton: Man, who knows. You'd think it would've gotten old by now, but it never does!
Camilla: Meanwhile, I was bored hours ago, so I'll be heading back now.
Keaton: W-wait...you're going back by yourself?
Camilla: Unless that's a problem, yes.
Keaton: No, it's just... You might run into trouble on the way home, yeah? Which would be dangerous if I wasn't there with you.
Camilla: I don't run afoul of bandits, dear. They run afoul of me.
Keaton: Hmm...yeah, you'll probably be fine.
Camilla: Keaton, if you don't think you can get home on your own, simply say so.
Keaton: Wh-what a thing to say! Of course I can get home by myself!
Camilla: Excellent. Then I'll be on my way.
Keaton: Urgh... C-c'mon, I'll just be a little longer, and then we can go home together.
Camilla: ...If you insist.
Keaton: Heheh! Sorry, Camilla. But you don't find bones like these just anywhere!
Camilla: Thank goodness for that. Most people would be uneasy around them.
Keaton: Oh yeah? How come? Gosh, if THIS makes them nervous, they'd better never visit my hometown. The whole place is littered with the bones of people I've killed.
Camilla: Erm...is it now.
Keaton: Yep! You can hardly take three steps without tripping over 'em! It's 'cause I killed every last jerk who came to take my pelt.
Camilla: I see. So that's why I detected the stench of blood on you.
Keaton: What?! But that was months ago...and I bathed just last week...
Camilla: A bath won't suffice. The scent of blood seeps deep beneath the surface.
Keaton: Huh. Who knew?
Camilla: It's never bothered me, mind you. I'm only telling you for your information. Now come along, or I really shall leave you behind to find your own way.
(Camilla leaves)
Keaton: W-w-wait up!
S Support
Keaton: Hey, Camilla?
Camilla: What is it, Keaton?
Keaton: I think you need a strong man.
Camilla: You have 10 seconds from the end of this sentence to reconsider that remark.
Keaton: No, no, think about it! You're going to get married someday, right?
Camilla: Only a wolfskin could dig himself this deeply, this quickly.
Keaton: Come on, just hear me out! Whatever man you marry has gotta be strong. A real tough guy.
Camilla: That seems sensible.
Keaton: Right?! Saaaay...how many bandits did I take down by myself the other day? I forget.
Camilla: ...
Keaton: Normally I'd remember, but they were such lightweights, I barely noticed 'em.
Camilla: This can't possibly be what you're driving at, but...
Keaton: Wh-who, me?
Camilla: Are you slowly coming around to asking me to marry you?
Keaton: Whaaaaaat? Pfffffft! Pssssh! Haaaaah! ME? Marry YOU? What a crazy idea I've never thought about before!
Camilla: I see... My mistake.
Keaton: Uh, well, wait! Now that you bring it up...it gets me to wondering if maybe, you know...
Camilla: What is it?
Keaton: Grrrrrrrgh! Fine! You're gonna make me come out and say it, huh?
Camilla: That's correct. I haven't the time for anyone who can't muster the courage to ask for himself.
Keaton: F-fine! You asked for it! ... P-please marry me, Camilla.
Camilla: ...
Keaton: Look! I found a ring somewhere for you and everything! It's a beaut!
Camilla: ...
Keaton: Camilla, you're killing me. Say something...
Camilla: I accept your proposal...if not your ring.
Keaton: What?! Really?!
Camilla: You're a cheerful, friendly fool, and yet... you have that intriguing reek of blood beneath it all. I'm drawn to the parts of you that you're careful to keep hidden.
Keaton: I-I'm not sure what you mean by that, but you're serious? You'll marry me?
Camilla: Gladly.
Keaton: Wow! What a day! Thanks, Camilla! Yesssssssssssss!
Camilla: It's going to be like this all the time from now on, isn't it? Ah well...
